The Wookie Hunt(Tatooine, open)

[Shara]

"Gammoreans? Not today, no! Sorry!"

::Sighing, Shara cast one last look around and trudges back outside, blinking at the sudden bright sunlight. It was then that she realizes her comling is chiming::

"Oh, what now?" ::Grumbling she pulls it from her belt, sighs, then turns trudging back towards the dock::

"Wait, where are we going? We have to find the Master!"

"Hush up T. I've got to go hear this message. It may be important."

[Shara]

::Shara reaches the dock and lowers the Heart Song's loading ramp rushing in and to the cockpit. She sets Lucky down in the co-pilots chair then slides into the pilot's seat, switching on the comm::

"This had better be worth it...." ::she grumbles::

[Adena]

The holographic image of Adena blooms into Vivid life, the Matron, clad in her gold armor standing berfore a bulkhead of some sort of half organic, half hard tech craft. Adenas Emerald eyes showing deep

[glow=red,2,300]Shara, I should let you know that a very great event is occuring between the Dark Lord Boli,,and a relatively unknown Sith lord..something about this is......strange, I am going to Korriban to withness the ritual Duel, and will meet up with you at its conclusion...I love you..[/glow]

Adena's visage smiles, and a flash of Ice blue cross her eyes before the holo flickers a few times, and winks out

[Shara]

::Shara switches off the comm and leans back in her seat, thoughtful::

"Interesting.... but there is not much I can do about it at the moment. I just hope this new Sith lord won't mess up our alliance with the Sith."

::She sits there a few moments more, pondering then slides out of her seat:: "Whelp, guess this means we have to work fast T. Lets try out that hunting lodge, eh?"

"Certainly."

[Shara]

:: Over on the co-pilot seat Lucky had fallen asleep.... Shara looks at the Gizka, shakes her head, then turns and exits the ship::

"Why the Force did he pick a GIZKA for a pet?"

::TW beeps then speaks in a very agitated tone:: "I have no idea. I tell you it's madness! Something about the little vermin being cute. Hmph."

::Shara laughs, proceeding out of the docking area::

[Shara]

::Shara and the droid both remain silent as they navigate their way through the streets to the hunting lodge::

"There it is..... and would you look, right over there is the Czerka office. I could have saved myself a load of trouble by just coming here first." ::She scowls slightly, mad at herself, then slips inside::

[Shara]

::The first most noticable thing about the hunting lodge is its stench. The smell of animals of all sort, not to mention drink and hunter's sweat, fills it with a pungent yet somewhat pleasing oder. The next most noticable thing is the many animal 'trophies' adorning the wall. Lookin around at them Shara's scowl become more pronounced::

"Poor souls..." ::Her questing eyes then settle on a small group of Gammorians near the back, snorting and laughing amungst themselves::

"Bingo...."

[Shara]

::Shara strides over to the Gammorians, a bit of a swagger in her step and a firm air of confidence drawn about her::

"Hello there boys.... Don't suppose we could have a little 'chat'?"

[Shara]

:: One of the Gammorians whirls around, shaking its fist at her and grunting something::

::Shara takes a step back, waving a hand in front of her face:: "Talk about bad breath.... hey, T, what is he saying? Do you know?"

::The little translator droid beeps indignantly:: "Of course. I am fluent in over 6,000 forms of communication and..."

"Don't give me the statistics, just tell me what he said."

[Shara]

"He says 'Go away, human filth, we are trying to have a drink.' how terribly rude."

"Well, you tell him I'm not going anywhere untill he tells me what I want to know."

::The translator droid makes some grunting sounds in what one could only asume was the Gammorian's native language. The gammorian responds angrily, shaking his fist again::

::Shara quirks a brow:: "Well?"

[Shara]

"He says if you don't leave him alone he'll squish you. Or something like that. To give an exact translation I would have to use vile words I'd rather not..."

::She cuts him off:: "Yeah, alright, I get the picture. Tell him that he can't possibly squish me if his arms are cut off."

::As the droid complies she casualy lifts aside a flap of her brown robe, revealing the anient and wicked looking lightsaber::

[Shara]

::A tone of amusment rings in the little droid's voice as her translates the responce:: "He appologizes and asks what it is you want."

"Ask him about Rabyyk. Or wookies in general."

::The droid hurries to comply and the Gammorian appears to ponder the question before giving a responce::

[Shara]

"He says the only wookies he had got sold to Czerka days ago."

"He's lying. I can feel it."

"What should I tell him?"

"I don't know, make up a creative threat."

::The droid sighs, then resumes his speech with the gammorian::

[Shara]

"He remains adamant that he has seen no wookies, though he claims another group of gammorians came through a day or two ago with one fitting Rabyyk's discription. He says they took him to their base."

::Shara sighs:: "Great. And where might that be?"

[Shara]

"Apparently there is some sort of underground tunnel beneath the dwelling of the Hutt in charge ot the races. They stay there, as well as their 'goods'."

"A hutt eh? I expect he'll be the one earning from their sales."

"It would seem so."

"Can he take me to this Hutt?"

"I shall ask."

::The droid speaks to the gammorian again::